[She wasn't looking at him when she responded. She was looking at the tea set quietly, murmuring to herself after a fashion. It wasn't hard to hear, but he'd have to lean in a little bit.]

I was a housewife once, you know. There were expectations. Some things... you never truly forget.

[She poured it quietly, taking a whiff before offering it to him, keeping her eyes on the set.]

Manual labor and chores... have their uses.